You’ve probably noticed I’ve been taking stock lately. Assessing. Appraising. You know…having a mid-life crisis.
In a good way. And without the new cherry-red corvette.
I’m trying to get my sh*t together. Deciding what truly matters to me. Getting rid of what I don’t care about and making room for what I do care about.
Part of this wonderful evaluation was the rediscovery of joy last week. (Which I intend to keep up.)
Another part of this includes online stuff, such as my little Lemon Shark and its sister, Lemon Shark Reef. As you can see, there’s been some changes around here.
I’ve talked about how far removed from myself I’ve become. This space (as well as my other online platforms) has not represented me or my writing for a long while. I decided to do something about that. I went ahead and got a virtual facelift.
I’m remodeling. Seeing what works. Creating something that brings…wait for it…joy. I’m feeling more at home here already.
Oh, and that picture up there? It’s all mine. It’s me. I’m in love with that amazing, gritty, broken, beautiful heart. It speaks to me. It also captures my writing perfectly. Darkness, emotion, imperfection, beauty… I call it my distressed heart. Yup, that’s about right.
It was tough to think about getting rid of so much. I tend to stick with stuff. (I haven’t changed anything in three years.) But, when the time came, it was easy to do.
It’s freeing to let go. When our hands are empty of what we no longer need, they’re able to reach for what we now want.
My Sunday thoughts in (slightly over) 200 words.
Why do we hold on to things that no longer suit us? Are we afraid of change? Do we become too comfortable or set in our ways? Or do we just put it off for “another day” until we realize two years have gone by?